Aiden Donvino Prins: Poems

Aiden Donvino Prins Apr 2

I pray everyday for things to be the same
I cried 1000 tear drops my pain rains
I remember begging down on my knees
Submitting all of my sins,
Just to have another bad day
I cried every night from my parent's fights
I had to pick sides, deep down I knew it wasn't right
Right next to me is a teddy bear and a knife
Do I Hug the pain away or make a ****** sacrifice
I prayed everyday for things to go back like how it was
But change often fades, into falling for blind love
Confiding you're deepest Treasures inside of a broken chest
Delusion replaces confusion you think you're at your best
I pray I could change my personality,
So I wouldn't live to end up as a casualty
The brash nature of a stereotype,
Subconsciously giving into blasphemy
I pray that I don't make the same mistakes
That pushed this cycle to motion in the first place
I pray that there's a God that's listening
As I load this Glock, father im about to sin.

This poem is a look into the mind of a gang-member as he prays to his God

Mother Of The Streets

Aiden Donvino Prins Apr 2

Mother Of The Streets

Who's To blame here?
Rewind the time
you'll find we both fear the future
you was drinking cold beer
While I was driving you crazy-
no steering wheel.
That's a bad situation
not apologizing for testing your patience
Cause you is the Einstein who made this mess
Now im stuck as a mistake you created

Streets is calling my black berry
Around my head is three thuged-out fairies
One holding a gun,
one holding some juice,
and the other one seems to be getting lose

Dap up dap up dap up,
one minute
Im in the crew our deeds seen as sinning
But as long as im with laughter
and happy ever afters
im gon' walk like im winning
The finishing line around the corner
All it takes is two knocks, law n order
All it takes is two knocks, from the border
All it takes is two shots! manslaughter

From the accented phrases, and wierd pronunciations, The poem shows, first person, the chaotic lifestyle of a street ****, and the choices they make.

#gang #culture #violence #hood #awareness

My Piece & Mind

Aiden Donvino Prins Apr 2

My Piece & Mind

Looking for peace of mind,
they shot off a piece of his brain
Tried trading in his peace for life,
but all he got was more pain
He cant see through his shell of corruption
His Words salty
he might snap-per yellow bubbles in consumption
The state of his mind is the state of the government
You reap what you sow
he'll never know what his mother meant
A family curse
he'll never where his father went
A band for a tissue
I miss you when you had money sent
The most dangerous thing
Is a man unaware of his power
As a **** serving life counts his hours
The most beautiful thing
Is seeing A Man
Grow from being what he was
To being what he can.

The rough lifestyle of a blinded young individual, and how when they seek a positive change in their life, their violent past always comes to follow them

Sacred Flower

Aiden Donvino Prins Mar 31

Sacred Flower

a Father Holding his child's hand,
As he's taking her home
But The Child See's A pretty flower laying on the road
The Father saying not to touch it and leave it alone
But the child doesn't listen,
She let's go.
She picks up the flower, but it had thorns
As she is distracted by the pain she hears a loud horn
Infront of her coming faster than she could pray
She gets bumped into a lake - drowning in her own mistakes

This poem encapsulates the feeling of subconsciously giving into lust addiction,
As it's filled with metaphors and ambiguous depictions inside it.

Transparent Culture

Aiden Donvino Prins Apr 2

Transparent Culture

On A school day,
His teacher told the class to bring items that represented the culture of a nation
He brought a Glock, his jordans and some lean for the presentation
Bewildered by the boy's evaluation
Teacher said "You must have been mistaken"
He said "No, this is what culture looks like in the eyes of my generation

True Lies

Aiden Donvino Prins Apr 3

True Lies

Motivational speakers
sounding coward's deepest secrets
If im doing good then,
there's no reason for you to deep it
Surround sound to keep you grounded
You're parents abusive
You're thoughts intrusive
intruders into your family life
A Beautiful dying flower
just losing it's **** mind
Throwing up fertilizer while faking to make food
trying to cry But you're eyes too dry from the drugs
Say You should go for therapy
but it starts with a hug

I don't regret anything
I don't even regret killing myself
It made me the person I am
I know he heard me
I'd never wanna desert you
But If my peace is threatened
I won't think twice leaving you all behind
I come first, you used to come first but life changes
You used to be my children
but now you're just strangers
My spirit alway leads me to danger
Conceive then deceive my husband that i'll stay forever
Birds with different feathers flock together
I hate you but we the same cause we both are scared of truth
Im a middle aged girl embracing the youth
Instead of giving wisdom that spreads to generations
Saving abortions, extortion, corrupt young minds that leads to corrupt distortion
Flexing my welfare while glorifying instability
showing ring that's not there
Embracing the phrase "I don't care"
Posting castles on the gram
fake regal
Im not evil....if I do a little good after,
A muslim pastor
You'll never know the truth
Hide the pain and guilt in the laughter

True Lies.

A woman losing a
Her morals, ultimately going through a mid-life crisis, which results in her abandoning her children in search of validation

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